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KS. DUNLAP was educated at Alabama State Normal, Florence, 
Ala.; taught in the city schools, Dallas, Texas; Chickasaw Colle- 
giate Institute, Audmore, Okla. ; Fairmont College, Sulphur, Ky. ; 
became Lady Principal and Instructor in Mathematics at Atlantic Christian 
College, September, 1909. 

Mrs. Dunlap is a woman of refined tastes and deep sympathies. She 
understands the minds and hearts of young men and young women, and with 
her love for young people can enter into their sorrows and joys and prove to 
them that invaluable friend and adviser and guide which they so much need 
in their school days. She has a keen perceptive power, and a true insight 
into human nature. In the one short year which she has been at Atlantic 
Christian College she has proven her great worth as an instructor, friend and 
adviser, and has thus endeared herself to every one with whom she has come 
in contact. Her work has been of endless value to every one who has come 
under her influence, and it is to be hoped that she will ever remain at dear 
old A. C. C. in order that those who follow in the days to come may enjoy the 
same joys and blessings which those of 1909-'10 have enjoyed. 


IT IS difficult to write the history of an institution so young as Atlantic 
Christian College, or to tell of its true position in the educational world, 
for it takes years ever to bring out the real usefulness of a college, and, 
just as the seeds must lie in the soil for a season before they germinate, sprout, 
and bring forth fruit, so the truths and principles and high ideals implanted 
in the minds and hearts of young men and young women require years, and 
often many years, to bring forth the greatest results and to show the true use- 
fulness and worth of the institution. It takes not only years, but generations 
to record the true position of an educational institution. It is a long time 
between seed-time and harvest. 

Considering all of this, Atlantic Christian College has a bright and encour- 
aging history, though short and incomplete. And from the few victories 
which are to-day visible, we can look for a history filled to the overflowing 
with remarkable victories and achievements, when the decades have added 
their mosses to its walls and when the seeds have had time to sprout in the 
minds of the men and women who have received their inspiration and train- 
ing under its guidance. 

The members of the Christian Church in North Carolina long felt the 
need of an institution of higher education within this State where the young- 
men and young women from the homes of the members of the Christian 
Church, as well as from every home, could have an opportunity of a thorough 
college training under Christian influence, and where young men who wished 
to prepare themselves for the Christian ministry could receive a thorough and 
complete Biblical training without having to leave this State, and thus being 
lost to the work of the church in jSTorth Carolina. The opportunity for the 
realization of this desire came in the Fall of 1901, when the property of the 
Kinsey Seminary, located at Wilson, 1ST. C, was offered to the North Carolina 
Christian Missionary Convention in convention assembled at Kinston. The 
property was new and up-to-date in every respect. The building had been 
erected in 1898 for Prof. Joseph Kinsey. Prof. Kinsey used the building — 
operating Kinsey Seminary — until 1901, when on account of failing health 


he was compelled to give up school work. Prof. Kinsey, together with the 
other trustees and owners, very liberally gave over his interest in the building 
and entered into the work of establishing Atlantic Christian College. A 
campaign was made for money to furnish the building and to make needed 
repairs. The people took hold of the idea with enthusiasm and earnestness. 
Dr. ,T. C. Coggins, a North Carolinian, at that time minister of the Christian 
Church at Decatur, 111., was called to the presidency. He made a thorough 
canvass of the State, and created quite an interest wherever he went. The 
college opened September, 1902, with more students than could be accommo- 
dated, several had to be refused admission. The trustees began the planning 
for new buildings. But soon the enthusiasm wore off. There were other 
disadvantages, and at the close of -the second year it seemed that failure was 
inevitable. A number of mistakes had been made. The people had lost confi- 
dence in the school, and it looked like the doors woidd never be opened again. 
A new president must be found — a man that could tide over the stormy sea. 

The trustees began to look around. There was only one man whofethey 
thought could redeem the day. That was a man known all over North Caro- 
lina. A man who had served his State in many ways, in the legislative halls, 
in the schoolroom, and in the pulpit. A man of such straightforward char- 
acter and loving Christian qualities that everyone knew him only to love and 
respect him. A call went out to him, and Dr. J. J. Harper became president 
of Atlantic Christian College at the close of the second year — 1904:. Dr. 
Harper was a man of action, and had already planned other work for his 
latter years. He was preparing to write a History of the Christian Church 
in North Carolina, but he laid everything else aside and threw himself into 
the work of building up Atlantic Christian College, for the establishment of 
which he had labored so earnestly, and which he had had the honor to name. 
He labored against difficulties ; he sacrificed every personal interest ; his whole 
thought and ambition was to redeem the college and give to it its rightful 
position in the educational realm of North Carolina and in the minds and 
hearts of the people of the State. It was up-hill business, but steadily his 
earnestness and endeavor brought forth results. The attendance the third 
year was better than at first was thought it could be. The fourth year it was 
still better, and the fifth year it was better than ever before, and the buildings 
were taxed to their utmost capacity. 

The college was made stronger than ever before. The people gained confi- 
dence in it. Dr. Harper had clone a work which no other person could have 
done. But the call came to him to return to his first work. He was advan- 

cing in years, and he thought that a younger and more active man could 
probably do better. lie asked the trustees to release him. Upon this request, 
in the Spring of 1907, Mr. J. C. Caldwell, then minister of the Christian 
Church at Selma, Ala., but who had had much experience in school work, 
having been president of a college in Kentucky for three years, a graduate of 
Kentucky University and Yale University, was asked to visit the school with 
a view to taking up the presidency when Dr. Harper gave it up. Mr. Cald- 
well and the trustees thought that it would be better for Dr. Harper to con- 
tinue as president of the college for at least another year. Mr. Caldwell was 
called to the pastorate of the Wilson Christian Church and was also made 
dean of the faculty of the college. With this arrangement — the combination 
of youth and age, of enthusiasm and conservatism of the two giants, Mr. 
Caldwell and Dr. Harper — the college moved steadily onward. The sixth 
year was the best in the history of the college up to that time. The attend- 
ance was better than ever before, the facnltv was strons-er, and the grade of 
work was of a higher order. It was truly the beginning of a brighter and 
better day. But just in the middle of the year a great calamity befell the 
college, and every heart was filled with sorrow and 2'rief, for after a brief 
illness the beloved president, Dr. Harper, was called up higher to his greater 
reward. ISTo man probably ever did more for the furtherance of the interest 
and the ideals of a college than Dr. Plarper did for Atlantic Christian College, 
and no one was probably ever loved more for what he did or for the sweet 
Christian character which he always manifested. This was an hour of gloom 
for the college, but Mr. Caldwell was master of the situation. Every student 
realized that the best way to show his love for Dr. Harper was to remain at 
his post and d'o all in his power to build up the college. ISTot a single one 
left. Mr. Caldwell was at once elected president. He had been associated 
very closely with Dr. Harper and knew his plans and his ideals, and throwing 
into these his own youth and vigor and high ideals carried the work onward 
and upward towards the greater success. 

Mr. Caldwell is an exceptionally strong man; a man who can look into. 
the future and plan, and then has the practical ability to work out his plans. 
As a preacher he ranks among the best; as a business man he grasps the 
practical side of life and takes every step for the best advantage, and as a 
teacher he has few equals. Korth Carolina is fortunate to have such a man 
in its midst. Under his management the college has gone forward and will 
continue to go forward more rapidly as the days go by. 


DR. .7. J. HARPER. 

Already you can find the graduates and former students of Atlantic 
Christian College filling the important positions in life, and wherever they 
have gone they have made good. We have yet to find the failure among the 
Alumni of Atlantic Christian College, and we feel that the search will be long- 
before such a one can be found. Steadily the young men and young women 
who have gone out from the halls of old Atlantic Christian College have been 
making their way in life, and within a few years they will stand upon the 
top of the ladder of success. 

To-day, Atlantic Christian College writes her history in silver, but to- 
morrow she will write it in gold. To-day the seeds are just germinating; 
to-morrow they will sprout and grow and bring forth the mighty oaks of 
intellectual strength, and beauty and splendor. To-day her sons aud daughters 
are climbing — some of them just beginning the mighty struggle — but to- 
morrow they will take their stand among the mighty men and women of the 
United States, the flower of American civilization — the bone and sinew of 
American power and wealth — the trained, Christian manhood and woman- 
hood of this the brightest land in all the universe. 

All hail, to thee, dear A. C. C. 

All hail, thou fount of knowledge, 
All hail, my Alma Mater, hail. 

Thou sunny, Southern college. 





JESSE COBB CALDWELL was bom in Clay County, Missouri, in 1873, 
and has just reached the prime meridian of life. He came from a 
family, illustrious as politicians, teachers and preachers, and who ever 
have been champions of higher 'education. Tracing their ancestry from the 
great Protector of English liberty, Oliver Cromwell, the Caldwell family 
early emigrated to America, settled in Virginia and Xorth Carolina, and 
their descendants are scattered throughout the Union. 

Mr. Caldwell graduated from the High School of Excelsior Springs, Mo., 
in 1892; he entered Kentucky University and took his A. B. degree in 1896 ; 
he then pursued the Biblical and Classical courses in the College of the Bible, 
at Lexington, Ky., and graduated in 1897. He was immediately called to 
the pastorate of the Christian Church at Owenton, Ky., where he remained 
six years. 

During the last two years of this pastorate, the teaching instinct, woven 
in the tissues of the family, asserted itself so strongly that Mr. Caldwell was 
induced to revivify the dying work in a college at Owenton, and he achieved 
such a decided success that a strong impetus was given to educational work in 
that section. So great was this impetus that the city of Owenton purchased 
the property of Caldwell College at a large increase in price. . 

It was during this ministry also that Mr. Caldwell married, in 189S, 
Miss Mary Settle, the eldest daughter of Congressman E. E. Settle, who 
represented the famous Ashland District of Kentucky in Congress, and was 
at that time the leading politician in the State. 

During; the vears 1902-'03 Mr. Caldwell attended the Divinitv School at 
Yale University, graduating with the degree of B. D. He was then pastor 
of the First Christian Church at Selma, Ala., for four years, during which 
time he had such sigual success that it was with great reluctance his congre- 
gation released him to accept the pastorate of the Christian Church at Wilson, 
N. C. By special arrangement with the Board of Trustees and the Church 
Board of the Christian Church he also became Dean of Atlantic Christian 
College, which position he filled until elected president of the college, in 
January, 1908. 


Mr. Caldwell is a man of wonderful tact, of boundless energy, of untiring- 
zeal, of deep sympathy, of fine judgment, of rare executive ability, and the 
college has gone forward very rapidly under his management. Year by year 
the faculty has been strengthened, the course of study made more thorough 
and comprehensive, and the college has more and more demonstrated its 
claim to a distinctive place in the educational realm of North Carolina. 

Under the management of Mr. Caldwell the college has just entered upon 
a broader plane of usefulness, and it is to be hoped that the bright prospects 
of to-day may be eclipsed by the full realization of even more than seems 
apparent to-day. 


From Carolina's broad expanse. 

From mountain, hill and plain. 
Where echoes from the ocean waves, 

And rocky cliffs remain. 

Choeus : 
We come with joy and pleasure here, 

'^Neath flag of white and blue, 

To gather midst the campus oaks 

In love and friendship true. 

While those of llesper's faithful band 
Shout, "Do and to do well" ; 
"We love the truth and for it stand," 
Is the Alethian's swell. 

For many years may we still hope. 

That A. C. C. will shine, 
To lead to light the myriad hosts 

To heaven's sunny clime. 

G. G. Cole. 


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Our fond recollections of past college days 

Viva la memory ! 
Turn to our teachers and all their queer ways ; 

Viva la charity ! 
They taught us aright, tho' they taught us some 

We wish to embalm them in this little song, 
And as we can't take all, we'll not take long, 

So viva la brevity ! 

To Dr. Caldwell we'll drink with loud cheers; 

Viva our J. C. C. ! 
Grape juice is our toast — no intoxicants here — 

Viva sobriety! 
He won't let us dance, but he wants us to walk ; 
He won't let us drive, for Prince might kick or 

balk ; 
Of college ideals he will evermore talk. 

Viva la propriety ! 

Mrs. Dunlap is mistress of one and of all ; 

Viva authority ! 
She doesn't want talking aloud in the hall ; 

Viva la courtesy ! 
Uneasy, they say, lies the head with the crown. 
But it is we who are uneasy if ever she frowns, 
With such a dire fate we'd surely swound ; 

Viva la rapidity ! 

Here's to the music that soothes all our fears ; 

Viva la melody ! 
It's soft on our souls, but it's hard on our ears ; 

Viva la harmony ! 
Here's to art, expression, English, and all ; 
Here's to athletics, Julian Lane, and baseball ; 
He'll teach us to win or gracefully fall ; 

Viva hilarity ! 

Miss Fanny is standing beside the blackboard ; 

O, trigonometry! 
With all mathematics her head is well stored ; 

Viva geometry ! 
She has almost sighed her dear life away 
Pounding the the'rems into brains, day by day : 
"O, girls, can't you see that the thing that will 

Is reason, not memory." 


Miss Grayson came riding down to the Sontli ; 

Viva her A. B. ! 
"Bennie is the name of my horse," she said ; 

Viva la "Amote" ! 
She paused in dismounting to pick up a song 
Which lodged in the heart of a son of the dawn 
Who came in a rush, for love tarries not long ; 

Viva sentimentality ! 

Mr. Gurganus is most pleasant and gay ; 

Viva la gallantry ! 
His intentions are kindly in every way ; 

Viva la chivalry ! 
He's good-looking and has a dramatic pose, 
But why will he flirt? Oh, well, nobody knows, 
Because his wife lets him do so, I suppose ; 

Viva "comraderie" ! 

Here's to Mrs. Brown and our breakfast each 
morn ; 

Viva la hominy ! 
And our dinners are not to be put to scorn ; 

Viva la "Aleck'ie" ! 
To everything placed on the table we sing — 
To chicken, its drumstick, wishbone and wing, 
And when we have ice-cream our hearts loudly 

Viva the dinner Sundee ! 

We pledge them in a full brimming glass ; 

Viva la faculty ! 
And we wish we had room for them all as we 
pass ; 

Viva la company ! 
Each one did his best to help us do the right. 
And make our lives worthy the blue and the 

white ; 
We thank them with love, — now they're all out 
of sight — 

Viva la A. C. C. ! 


Christian College, Columbia, Mo. ; 
University of Missouri ; taught English 
Camden Point College, Missouri ; Eng- 
lish in High School, Raulins, Wyo. ; 
English in Carlton College, Bonham. 
Tex. ; Professor of English Atlantic 
Christian College, Wilson, N. C, 190C— . 

T. R. DUNLAP, A. B. 

Eminence College, Eminence, Ky. ; 
Superintendent of City Schools, Dallas. 
Tex. ; Teacher at Chickasaw Collegiate 
Institute, Audmore, Okla. ; Fairmont 
College, Sulphur, Ky. ; Professor of 
Latin. Atlantic Christian College, Wil- 
son, N. C, 1900—. 


Syracuse University, Art Students' 
League, New York City ; Chase Art 
School, Harvard Summer School, Fry 
Summer School, pupil Mrs. S. Evannah 
Price ; Porcelain Decoration with Misses 
Mason, of New York ; Teacher of Art 
Kinsey Seminary ; Professor Art Atlan- 
tic Christian College, 1904—. 

A. B., 1904. 

Washington Christian College, Milli- 
gan College, Berlitz School of Lan- 
guages, Teacher of Languages Milligan 
College, Milligan, Tenn., 1906-1908 ; Pro- 
fessor of Modern Languages Atlantic 
Christian College, Wilson, N. C, 1908—. 



Graduate Kinsey Seminary ; special 
work at Knoxville Normal School and 
University of Virginia, Charlottesville. 
Va. ; Professor of Mathematics Atlantic 
Christian College, Wilson. X. C, 1904— 


Graduate Kinsey Seminary ; special 
work at Knoxville Normal School and 
University of Virginia, Charlottesville, 
Va. ; Instructor of History Atlantic 
Christian College, Wilson. N. C, 1907—. 



Missouri Music Academy, pupil of 
Harrison Wild, IT. S. B. Mathews, Ar- 
thur Beresford, Siguor Barabuia, Direc- 
tor of Music Century School of Music 
and Oratory, 1899-1000; Director of 
Music Adrian College, Adrian, Mich. ; 
Director of Music Atlantic Christian 
College, Wilson, N. C, 1909—. 


Music Graduate of Atlantic Christian 
College 1909 ; Instructor in Music Atlan- 
tic Christian College 1910. 



St. Mary's College, Raleigh, N. C. ; 
Atlantic Christian College, Wilson, 
N. C. ; New England Conservatory of 
Music, Boston, Mass. ; Instructor of 
Music Atlantic Christian College, Wil- 
son, N. C, 1905—. 


Graduate Martha Washington Col- 
lege, Abingdon, Va. ; Shaftsbury School 
of Expression, Baltimore, Md. ; Profes- 
sor of Expression Atlantic Christian 
College, Wilson, X. C, 1904— . 



Eastman Business College, Pough- 
keepsie, N. T. ; Instructor of Bookkeep- 
ing and Penmanship Atlantic Christian 
College, Wilson, N. C, 1908—. 


Business Graduate of Atlantic Chris- 
tian College, 1906 ; Instructor of Short- 
hand and Typewriting Atlantic Chris- 
tian College, Wilson, N. C, 190S— . 


Students' Art League, New York City, 
pupil of Mrs. llary Alley Xeal, New 
York City ; Art Graduate of Atlantic 
Christian College, Wilson, N. C, 1007; 
Instructor in Art Atlantic Christian 
College, Wilson, N. C. 100S— . 

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Our ships glide out on the dark, rough sea, 
From the port where long they have lain, — 

We turn from the fort where we trained for the fray, 
To fight on the open and boundless main. 

Four years we have tried the compass to learn, 

'Tis now that the test must come, — 
Some will no doubt be lost on the rocks, 

"While others will safely come home. 

Our ships glide out, and we say "good-bye,' 

Our eyes with tears are filled, 
But we hope "good-bye" is not "farewell," 

But to meet again, "God willed." 




"Arm the obdured breast 
With stubborn patience as loith triple 

Alethian ; President Senior Class ; 
Assistant Editor The Pine Knot; Lit- 
erary Editor 17m; Radiant; Secretary 
Alethian Society; German Club; The 
Tine Knot Artists' Staff. 

If determination, will power and 
spunk will overturn the earth, oh. 
mother earth beware ! 

If actions speak louder than words, 
then our "Noble" girl speaks loud. 

Aspiration : To be an Art Teacher. 



WILSON, n. c. 

"They arc never alone that arc accom- 
panied 'With noble thoughts." 

Alethian ; Vice-President Senior Class : 
College Editor The Radiant (1908) ; 
Editor-in-Chief Society Paper (1908) ; 
German Club. 

The maxim, "All work and no play 
makes Jack a dull boy." has been dis- 
proven in the ease of our "Farmer" 
girl, for she is always at work, and still 
is a long ways from a dull girl. 

Aspiration : To be a District School 




"Like the stained icejj that whitens in 

the sun, 
Grows pure by being purely shone upon." 

Alethian ; Secretary and Treasurer 
Senior Class ; Pianist Alethian Society ; 
German Club ; Organist of the Christian 

Music is her soul, her life, her all, 
and by it she speaks in a voice divine 
and supremely sweet. Quiet and unas- 
suming, but dignified, graceful and wise. 

Aspiration : To "Cease" going to 



"Knowledge is proud that he has learned 

so much; 
Wisdom is humble that he knows no 


Hesperian ; Poet Senior Class ; Loaf- 
ers' Club; D. D. Club: Phi Pi Club: 
The Pine Knot Artist Staff. 

If "Flowers" bloom in winter, why 
not give them space to live ; and living, 
why not let them drink in all the joys 
of life. No matter the occasion, be it 
work or play, the hour is always graced 
with "Flowers." 

Aspiration : To be an Engineer. 




"Violets plucked, the sweetest rain 
Males not fresh or grow again." 

Alethian ; Historian Senior Class ; Phi 
Pi Club; D. D. Club; Loafers' Club: 
The Pine Knot Artist Staff. 

She keeps up with all the latest fash- 
ion plates, and she studies art in order 
that she may be more artistic in her 
dress. A great admirer, and much ad- 
mired. Bright, kind-hearted, and a true 
friend to those who are her friends, 
and all the world is her friend. 

Aspiration : Matrimony. 




"Music hath charms to soothe the sav- 
age breast, ' 
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak." 


She cares not for the world, save 
what is melodious in the world ; she 
gives not to the world, save what is 
sweet to hear. A lady of few words, 
but many thoughts. 

Aspiration : To be a Music Teacher. 




"We know a subject ourselves, or we 
know where we can find information 
upon it." 

Hesperian ; Prophet Senior Class. 

Thinks twice, but then speaks quick- 
ly, and woe be you if you hear not or 
fail to obey. She is self-confident and 
determined. Has her own ideas and 
fails not to speak them. Has her own 
hopes and ideals, and the obstacles will 
have to be great if she does not realize 

Aspiration : To be a Missionary. 


Post-Graduate Music. 


"One in whom persuasion and belief 
had refined into faith, and faith be- 
come a passionate intuition." 

Hesperian ; Prophet, Class '09 ; Grad- 
uate in Music. '00 ; Assistant Music 
Teacher, '10; Phi Pi Club; German 
Club; Old Maids' Club. 

Aspiration: To "Settle" down. 

A. M. 


"A little philosophy inclineth a man's 
mind to atheism, but depth- of philoso- 
phy bringeth men's minds to religion." 

Alethian ; Demosthenian ; Historian, 
Class '00 ; twice winner "J. B. Jones 
Oratorical Medal" ; four times Alethian 
Debater in Inter- Society Contest ; two 
years Editor-in-Chief The Radiant; 
Editor-in-Chief The Pine Knot ; four 
years President Alethian Society ; two 
years President Demosthenian Society ; 
two years President Ministerial Associ- 
ation; winner Radiant "Poetry Medal" 
('09) ; winner Radiant "Essay Medal" 
('09) ; German Club. 

Aspiration : To study Greek at Yale. 



A XI) it came to pass — no Ave brought it to pass by bard, persistent labor — 
in the eighth year of the history of Atlantic Christian College, and the 
third year of the presidency of Dr. J. C. Caldwell, that seven weary 
and careworn maidens, after three long years of study and work, approached 
tbe presence of President Caldwell, and, pleading their past records as stu- 
dents, prayed the granting to them of certain writings of parchment bearing 
upon them the signature of the said president and tbe mighty seal of the said 
college. It was an hour of great anxiety — but at last the prayers were 
answered, and it was made known to all the college that seven young ladies — 
three in the Art Department, three in the Music Depai'tment, and one in the 
Literary Department — would receive at the next Commencement this im- 
portant parchment for which they had prayed, provided, of course, that they 
passed on all their studies and were faithful subjects of the college realm. 
In the meantime, after it was known that they would receive this important 
document from the hands of the president of the college, they styled them- 
selves ''Seniors." 

The history of these favored individuals is very brief, for they have been 
such faithful learners and such obedient subjects that they have had little 
time to make 'history. In September, 1006, three of these important person- 
ages entered the realm of collegedom. They were winsome-wee things then. 
From their babyhood up, they had lived under the shadow of their mother's 
wing; they bad been used to the little pet names of "darling" and "dearie"; 
they had always had a soft pillow upon which to hide their weeping eyes — 
but when they changed realms this was all changed. They could no longer 
"flee to mama with every little sorrow ;" they were no longer called by pet 
names, but were hailed with such names as "freshy," "greeny," "baby girl," 
and every other name which was different from what they had known "to 
home." This was a hard year for them indeed, but at last it was over, and 
back to "ma" they went. 

In September, 1907, these three : Flowers, Xoble and Taylor, returned, 
and to join them came four others. One of these, Riley, had spent her "fresh 


days" at the Baptist Female University, and the other three, Farmer, Barrett 
and Wallace, by doing extra work in their respective departments were able 
to join this near-happy band, for this year the "freshness" had to some extent - 
worn off or at least they thought that they were more important than the 
faculty or even the president himself, and undertook the very difficult task 
of running the college to suit their own notion. In this they were successful 
to a certain extent until one day there came a halt in the ranks and — well 
their spirits were to some extent broken and they tried no more to run the 
realm of the mighty president. 

September, 1908, found the same seven young ladies back at their work. 
They had grown more interested in their work and less interested in the things 
that pertained to the "freshies" and the faculty. They were quite an indus- 
trious bunch of workers this year, and so industrious were they that the year 
passed even before they knew it, and before some of them really wanted to 
see it close, especially as they had formed a particular fondness for certain 
other personages around the college realm, which, in common everyday terms, 
the people called "gentlemen." At the close of the year it was quite heart- 
rending to see them as they said "good-bye," and — well, it is not necessary to 
tell the rest, for you all know, and if you do not you will some sweet day. 

Is it strange how a band will cling together ? 

September, 1909, found seven young ladies — for within the three years 
they had been in the intellectual realm they had really grown to womanhood — 
and as they walked up the college halls the most conspicuous characteristic 
seemed to be the self-consciousness of those individuals. And especially after 
it was granted to them to receive the parchments bearing the signature of the 
mighty ruler of the realm, together with the seal of the royal court, they 
seemed more haughty and self-conscious than ever. However, there were 
certain conditions to be fulfilled in order for them to receive this blessing; 
and this duty, together with time taken up in thinking of, and talking to, 
those other beings for which they had by this time formed an undying attach- 
ment so occupied their time that they had little time to even be haughty and 
dignified, only on certain occasions. One great advantage which came to 
these personages this year, and one which was, to some, the source of more 
joy and interest than even the fact that they shotdd receive the coveted parch- 
ment, together with the seal of the royal realm, was the fact that during this 
year they were each to be allowed the privilege of sitting alone in the royal 
parlor with the young man of their choice, provided, of course, that he asked 
first if he might come. This rule was at first made to exclude all of the 

residents of the city known as "Wilson," and took in only those from a dis- 
tance, hut as certain of the young ladies could induce no 2,-entlemen from a 
distance to call upon them they besought the mighty president of the realm 
to remove this restriction and let them receive callers from the city known 
as "Wilson." After due consideration this was granted, whereupon one of 
the ladies who could not even induce a citizen of Wilson to call upon her, 
besought, with much weeping and lamentation, that all restriction might be 
removed and that she might be allowed to receive anyone who would come. 
The heart of the sovereign ruler was touched with pity for this unfortunate 
young lady, and granted her wish. Since this time all have been supplied 
with callers. 

Very little else of importance has happened, but from the looks of things 
something will happen with some of these young ladies within a short time 
after they return home — at least it will if "pa" and "ma" will only give 
their consent. However, this will be too late to get in this Annual, so we will 
draw our history to a -close, promising to continue it in the year to come, 
giving in full the revised addresses of the many members of the group. 




TO SAY the least, I was very much worried. The truth about it is I 
hail been chosen Prophet of my class. This self-same class is com- 
posed of seven girls including myself. Xone of lis are willing to tell 
how old we are; none of us are married; most of us are good-looking; we all 
expect to live a good many years yet, and do, at least, a little something to- 
wards helping things along. Ours is the class of 1910 of the Atlantic Chris- 
tian College ; no further description is necessary. 

Now that I have relieved myself of these few prefatory remarks I will 
continue with my story. 

Being a prophet I was supposed to lay bare the secrets of the year, and to 
foretell the things in the yet unborn to-morrows. This is generally admitted 
to be a bit difficult. 

It was with this responsibility upon my mind that I strolled one after- 
noon with a companion out in the country among the pines and into the 
sylvan quietude. The magic of the forest and the sleepy, breathing atmos- 
phere of the spring day had already touched us with its intoxication, when 
we reached a gigantic fallen tree, near a little stream. We sat down to rest 
and incidentally to dream and ponder, as near as maids do such things. For 
a while neither of us spoke, and during the silence the recollection of my 
prophethood came to me and I began to wonder how I should fulfill its duties. 

Suddenly, Margaret, my companion, remarked, "It looks as though the 
hollow trunk of this grand old tree might lie the tenement of some weird 
spirit. I have often read," she continued, "in fairy books and the like how 
strange creatures, neither human nor divine, inhabited this world of ours, 
and some of them dwelt in just such places." 

We amused ourselves with this sentiment like a couple of happy children 
until we felt a tinge of superstitious awe creep over us. 

Suddenly, Margaret picked up a small, dry twig of very odd shape. 
Then, standing at the tipmost top of the log, raised her eyes skyward, held 
the twig aloft, and in tones of mock solemnity uttered this invocation: 
"Spirit of the fallen tree, by the power of this talisman, I conjure you to 


My laugh at her childish antic was arrested in its utterance, for arising 
from the hollow of the log appeared a fantastic creature, a wizened old man. 
Tiny of proportion, long white hair flowing clown below his waist, and a look 
of countless years upon him. We sat in paralyzed bewilderment for a 
moment or two ; then Margaret, recovering herself, asked, "Who are you, 
mister?" A faint smile rippled over his face and he replied, "I am the 
Spirit of Prophecy." I clutched Margaret with delight for it suddenly 
dawned upon me that now I could truly read the future of my classmates. 
In a few words I told the old man of my desire. I slowly mentioned their 
names to him, while he wore a look half humorous, half solemn, if I may so 
describe it. As I finished speaking, this old creature disappeared, and I 
thought he was gone, but presently he reappeared holding a large crystal in 
his hand. 

"Promise to speak of me," he said, "as only a dream you have had, and 
I will give you a glimpse of things that are to be." 

I promised, and he held the crystal close to my eyes'. At first I saw 
nothing but a beautiful opalescent hue, then slowly I was conscious of a 
change. I was in a vast and beautiful cathedral, magnificent in relics and 
antiquities of rare old pictures, masterpieces of sculpture, of gold and silver 
ornaments. The place was filled with innumerable worshippers, all of whom 
were intently and devoutly listening to the sublime music poured forth from 
a huge organ in the cathedral. Finally the music ceased, and during the 
appreciative silence immediately ensuing I looked towards the organ loft to 
catch a glimpse of this master musician. !NTothing seemed strange to me for 
I felt as though I was one of the multitude by right. And so, when upon a 
closer look, I saw the aesthetic face of my old classmate, Bertha Piley, I felt 
no surprise, only joy and pride, for knowing that she possessed musical genius 
it was only natural that she should attain the highest and best. 

Here the vision vanished, and again I was conscious of gazing into the 
crystal ball held by the skinny old man. 

"Look again, daughter," he said to me as I was about to speak, and with- 
out a word I obeyed. 

As before, all consciousness of present surroundings was lost in the vision 
I saw. A broad and spacious campus stretched before me, in the center of 
which, and along the avenues at the sides, were classic old buildings, speak- 
ing undoubtedly of learning and study. Scattered about the campus in 
small clusters were laughing girls clad in caps and gowns. After a little, the 

mellow clang of a bell in one of the towers issued its summons to work, and 


all these merry students trooped into their class-rooms. Attempting to fol- 
low them I came to a large door and, looking in, saw in gold letters, "Presi- 
dent's office." As I looked, the door opened and there seated before a desk 
sat a stately and gracious-looking woman. Her hair was slightly silvered, 
and her clear blue eyes, rich with the light of knowledge, rested upon me. 
My feeling of awe and reverence changed to happy recognition, and crying, 
"Ton dear old Julia," I rushed towards her with arms outstretched, when 
lo ! it all passed away, and again the old man and the crystal. 

This time as he bade me look I heard him utter a low, dry chuckle. 

I was borne along by a great crowd down the street of some big city. 
There was such a babble of voices that I could scarcely distinguish what was 
said. We had gone but a short way when the multitude stopped before a 
tremendous building. For a moment they paused and there arose a deafen- 
ing shout from a thousand throats, "Give us the ballot" ! Then they ascended" 
the steps of the building and passed through its great doors. After much 
preliminary talking and shouting the assembly was called to order, and a 
tall, fierce-looking woman clad in sombre black arose from a chair on the 
platform and advanced to the middle of the stage. "Fellow suffragettes," 
she screamed, "we down-trodden women who for so many centuries have been 
the tools and slaves of that creature called man have at last arisen in our 
might and boldly determined to win equal rights with our fore-time masters 
or to die." Here she made an impressive pause, and the vast auditorium 
thundered with applause. When silence reigned again she continued, "We 
have with its to-day a young woman of brilliant intellect, of rare oratorical 
ability and genius, our leader in this our campaign for the enfranchisement 
of woman. I have the honor and pleasure of introducing to you Miss Rosa 
B. Taylor." Here again the house rang with applause, and once again the 
crystal and the laughing old man disappeared. 

This time as I looked into the crystal and glimpsed the years to lie I was 
one of the many visitors to the Paris Salon of Fine x\rts. Here the greatest 
artists of all the world had sent their masterpieces, the creations of brain 
and brush, to be viewed by an enthusiastic public and to be judged on their 
merits. There, in the place of honor, preserved for the first prize was a 
glorious picture, the pride of the artists' world. I looked for the artist's 
name, and there in modest letters I read "Tela Mae Flowers." 

I was scarcely conscious of the old man and his mystic ball before the 
vision had changed again. 

I was in a dear little home, pretty and cozy in its appointments, and 
delightful to look upon. It was winter-time, the fire was burning brightly in 
the grate and furnishing the only illumination in the room. In a comfy 
chair before the fire sat the dearest looking old lady that one might see in a 
year and a day. She was all alone, and sat — her eyes gazing absently into 
the glowing coals, her face wearing a dreamy, yet withal, disturbed look. 
After a moment or two she arose and with slow steps walked to a cabinet and 
took therefrom several photographs. These she placed on the table beside 
her, and there taking them in her hands, one by one, looked at each a long- 
time. Xow her face was joyous, now sad, and sometimes even worried. I 
thought I heard her muttering names in accents of endearment. Finally, 
when the last had been laid aside, and she again looked into the fire, I heard 
her say : "It has been always thns ; I loved each one so well that I could not 
give him up for the other, and so the old spinster must be a spinster to the 
end." Before she had ceased speaking I recognized — Kathleen. 

My next vision carried me to the year 1!>'20. It seemed I had been read- 
ing a great many stories, the most charming and interesting stories I had 
ever read ; not only had I been reading them, but everyone else. The papers 
and magazines were full of editorials and comments about this new and bril- 
liant author. Her pen name was a simple one — "Verdie." Her real name 
was Mistress . I know for I met her and her husband at, a great recep- 
tion given in her honor. And Mrs. was no other than my own little 

classmate Verdie JSToble. 

For the last time I was aware of the old man. I was about to speak to 
him when Margaret called me. 

"You have been asleep for over an hour,"' she said, "and look as though 
you have seen a ghost." 

"I have," I replied with a significant smile. 


WE, the Senior Class of Atlantic Christian College, realizing that our 
life is almost ended, and being of sound mind (or rather, as sound 
as could lie expected after four years of mental anxiety caused by 
"zeros," "demerits" and "curtain lectures" on "How to be lady-like and how 
to avoid all intercourse with those 'monsters' called 'young men' "), do now 
make this final disposition of our property: 

Item 1. — To the Class of 1911 we give and bequeath our place in college, 
also our privileges, provided they do not abuse them, causing future classes 
to suffer as we poor innocent creatures have done. An endowment fund of 
five cents, given by Miss Julia Farmer, our school-teacher member, who, 
having made so much money, feels amply able to give something for charity, 
is also bequeathed to said Class of 1911. The interest on this fund may be 
spent at the "little store." 

Item 2. — We give and bequeath to the "Consolation Society," composed 
of Misses Grayson and Fannie ami Myrtie Harper, all long-faced, sanctimon- 
ious expressions, and hope from these saintly looks they will derive much 
happiness and benefit; also to Miss Grayson we give the half-hour bell, 
requesting that she ring it exactly on time. 

Item 3. — To Mr. Caldwell we bequeath all social periods, especially those 
"business social periods" which were so alarming to him, and ask that he 
endeavor to see the latter correctly. 

Item 1. — To Miss Salmon we bequeath all "zeros," "demerits," and the 
"classical edition," "The Young Men I Have Loved in the Past," hoping that 
it will not produce a melancholy effect. 

Item 5. — Remembering our suffering, we bequeath to Miss Day a pair of 
"rubber heels," so that future French and German classes may have no inter- 
ruption; also all the stray cats, crippled chickens, ducks, dogs and, in fact, 
every lame creature from a clog to a lame bug. 

Item 0. — To Miss Ersie Walker, our post graduate, we bequeath the 
settee, which is the nearest thing to a Settle ; and to Miss Anderson our best 
broom, which, if reports are true, will be very useful to her next year. 


Item 7. — We give and bequeath to Miss Meta Uzzle all visitors from 
three-thirty to six in the afternoon, asking that she be extremely entertaining 
and polite to them; also a repeating alarm-clock, hoping by its aid she will 
be able to get to breakfast occasionally. 

Item 8. — To Mr. Brooks we give and bequeath the "dunce cap" on con- 
dition that he strive to outgrow it, and then bestow it upon the next "conceited 

Item 9. — Last but not least, we give and bequeath to Mrs. Brown this 
little book, entitled "How to Utilize All Left-Overs." It contains some 
excellent recipes for stale bread, liver, beef, and hash, hoping this and the 
ingenuity of Mrs. Dunlap will enable her to concoct more pleasing dainties. 

Item 10. — We hereby appoint Dr. J. C. Caldwell and Mr. Dunlap execu- 
tors of this our last will and testament, and desire that they look thoroughly 
into the matter, and carry it nut as the will dictates. 

Senior Class of A. C. C. 




A paper boat put out to sea — 

It bore only Pilot and me — 

The wind arose, high rolled the sea ; 

Then in stepped Fear and spake to me : 

'Know you where this frail barque goes?" 

I only answered, ''Pilot knows." 




Verily, verily, I say unto you, many come from the East 
and West to march unto the prize — wisdom. 

1907, designates the place and time of the beginning of the march 
of this determined band. After all had been equipped with the neces- 
sities of the march, there came a voice in the form of a command, exclaim- 
ing: "Onward! Onward!" the firmness of which made every one fear and 
tremble. The very sound of the voice transformed the idea of the march in 
the minds of some from a frivolous to a very serious undertaking. With the 
banner bearing the inscription, "Attain the Prize," always in the front, the 
march began under the leadership of captains not wanting in experience, for 
some are wearing snow-white locks and wrinkled faces, while the locks of 
others have long ago taken their flight and now have the bare and unproduc- 
tive spot which is a continual annoyance because of the tickle of the fly's foot. 
And as our Mashburn says, "We have some who would rather suffer the 
affliction with old bachelors than to enjoy the pleasures of married life for a 
season." On we go — some ahead, some a little way behind. We failed to 
keep very well because we were fresh — beginners — and it seemed almost 
impossible for our captains to get the same amount of self-confidence instilled 
into every one in the amount of time, so naturally we at first had to march 
in an uneven line. 

Not very far had we gone before our captains began to hand out liberally 
the necessities, such as geometry, literature and Virgil, and some of us 
decided we had not sufficient voices to make renowned singers ; some thought 
the song ugly and old, and in fact dead, while others said, "I will (not) sing 
of arms and men." Then the band realized that it was marching up a 
mountain instead of down one, but, nevertheless, a word from the captains, 
accompanied by a fierce glance, forbade our falling out of line, and although 
many difficulties and obstacles arose, and the band became very weary, we 
marched a little ways up the mountain, and at last had reached the first 
plateau with a solid front. Only a short time was consumed in crossing this 
little plain, and by September, 1908, we were climbing again. The way 
grew steeper and steeper, and had it not been for the "sticability" of our 


captains probably we would have faltered, but all the while ringing in our 
ears were the voices of the captains, "Xear the prize!" "Nearer the prize!" 
which aroused enthusiasm from the depths of our souls and we marched 
ahead. A more rapid pace was assumed, and all went well until there arose 
a spirited contention between a member of the band and one of the captains 
over "who was who." While the band was standing awe-stricken, a con- 
clusion was reached that the captain was "who," and so our "Pugno" quit the 

About the middle of the second year's inarch some were seized with an 
irrepressible desire to be efficient in the use of the necessities of the march, 
for now and then they would practice in this manner, amote, amofe. Although 
these things drew our attention off for a time, the fact that we were march- 
ing was never lost sight of, and we reached the second plateau where those 
desires which appear invincible were conquered, for "time told the tale." 

Now the band was half way to the prize. In this plain a debate arose in 
the minds of some marching, "Shall I continue or not? Shall' I go all the 
way or be satisfied with having gone only half (" Just ahead was the prize, 
but still the negative won in the minds of some, and they fell by the wayside ; 
but the majority of our band desired the prize, and so once again — Septem- 
ber, 1909 — they stepped from the level to the steep mountain side ; yea, 
steeper than ever before. How hard it was to ascend the mountain heights ! 

Soon after the march from the third plateau had begun, the whole band 
seemed discouraged because the strength gained upon the plain was almost 
exhausted, and the last half of the march had only begun, but then was seen 
in the distance the prize upon the mountain top — and, too, it was known that 
the halfway mark had been passed and the lesser part of the journey was in 
front. These, with the thought that that which seems hard and almost im- 
possible can be made light and finally accomplished by patient effort, renewed 
their strength. 

Though we had a pitched battle over Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, union 
has remained in our ranks, and our band inspired by the example of Hanni- 
bal and the songs of Horace have continued the march and have mounted the 
third jdateau and arc standing in the very shadow of the prize. We rejoice 
becaeise, instead of remaining at the foot where our vision was narrowed, we 
are high up the mountain, beholding the beauties of things heretofore unseen. 
May September, 1910, find us across the third plateau ready to march to the 
very top and there know how glorious it is to live, having attained the prize. 

Histoeia> t . 




Oh, Junior Class of 1910, come now and let us make our bow 

In this great Annual, and then, in 1911, we'll show them how 

A senior class should glory make for both itself and college, too, 

For surely we'll all records break by knowledge gained and honor true. 

And sure am I in coming years our Alma Mater will be proud 

Of this our junior class whose praises will be sung so loud 

Their echoes will reverberate forever in college halls, I hold, 

And thoughts of us will gladly come whene'er is seen ''jSTile green and gold." 


I saw the threatening storm-cloud black ; 

I saw the lightning in its track ; 

I heard the thunder break and roar ; 

I heard the wind along the shore ; 

I saw the rainbow in them all ; 

I heard sweet mnsic from them fall. 





Colors :- 

Miss Grace Lockliear President 

Miss Lilly Belle Whitehuest . . . Vice-Prest. 

Miss Susie Gray Woodard Secretary 

Miss Sallie Bridges Class Poet 

Mr. Hayes Farisii Class Historian 

-Orange and Black. Flower :- 


Motto: — "Work Up." 


"Battle, Battle, Bum — 

Sophomores, Sophomores, 

Here we come." 

Miss Addie Freeman. 

Miss Grace Lockliear. 

Miss Bess Hackney. 

Miss Susie Phillips. 

Miss Lula Lynch. 

Miss Susie Gray Woodard. 

Miss Lillv Belle Whitehurst. 


Miss Mattie Winfield. 
Miss Lillie Hewett. 
Miss Sallie Bridges. 
Mr. K. B. Bowen. 
Mr. J. S. Bice. 
Mr. Hayes Farish. 

Mr. James Eldridge. 





THE Sophomore Class of 1909-'lO, after bearing with fortitude all the 
unpleasant features connected with the Prep, school and Freshman 
Class, and surviving all threats of the English and other teachers to 
be "pitched" on exams., assumed, with an air of dignity and considerable self- 
importance, the grave duties of Sophomores. 

After getting acquainted with the duties of such an important class and 
coming to a realization of their important positions, the Sophomores feel 
justly proud of their distinctive standing in college life. The Sophomore 
Class is one of distinction because the college, and especially the Senior Class, 
always depends upon them to do almost all the substantial work in connec- 
tion with contests, college annuals, etc., et al., at least this has been true of 
the Sophomore Class of 1909-' 10 of A. C. C. Therefore, with a full realiza- 
tion of their importance, they have these encouraging words to present to 
the preps and f reshies : 

Cheer up little Freshie. 

Don't you cry. 
You'll be a Sophomore 

Bye aud bye. 

In the Sophomore Class are represented Xorth Carolina, South Carolina 
and Washington, D. C. It is very gratifying, too, to see the spirit of unity 
and brotherly love that exists between' the Eastern Yankee, the South Caro- 
lina Rice Birds and the warm-hearted Tar Heels of the Old North State. 
The spirit manifested among these representatives is a strong proof of the 
feeling and good will that prevail between Xorth and South. In fact, it 
has been intimated by some that a great effort is being put forth by a certain 
two individuals of this important class to demonstrate the spirit of unity 
prevailing between the once divided sections by forming that union which 
is inseparable and indissoluble. 

One of the most important, and by far the most pleasant, features of the 
Sophomore Class has been their "Business Meetings." At their "Business 

Meetings" anything except business has usually been attended to. The 
"Business Meeting" has always been called at a time when it would monopo- 
lize the last half-hour which the class devotes to the preparation of English, 
and in every instance the members have been reminded of the fact by one in 
high authority. 

It has been quite interesting to note what an insatiable hungering some 
of the Xorth Carolina girls have for rice (Rice). It seems that the produc- 
tions of any other State has been inadequate to allay their hunger. Some 
have been interested to note the change that came over the countenance of 
certain of the Tar Heel boys when they awoke to the happy realization that 
the supply of South Carolina Rice had given out and no more could be 

All in all. the association of the Sophomores has been very pleasant and 
they feel proud of their record. They urge the would-be successful followers 
to early say withiu themselves : 

Can I attain to heights of fame 

Through flowery lanes of ease. 
While others fain the i>rize would gain 

By struggling with tempestuous seas. 





Our Sophomore Class of Xineteen-ten 
We hope will be one that will win, 
As in the world at last we go 
To fight against the mighty foe. 

In Xineteen-twelve we'll graduate 
And each one leave his old schoolmate, 
Perhaps to meet again in life, 
Perhaps to lose him in the strife. 

But each must go no matter where 

The call may fall upon his ear, 

Be the pathway straight and filled with ease 

Or filled with danger of vast degrees. 

'Tis here wo practice day by clay, 
And there we fight within the fray, 
And as we practice so we fight, 
May each one strive to practice right. 



The wind was cold, the suow fell fast, 
As on the streets folks bustled past 
A lonely, weeping girl of five, 
So numbed with cold she was scarce alive, 
Until at last a woman frail, 
Herself but slightly clad, and thin, 
Stripped off her shawl and skirt and veil 
And made a bed, and laid therein 
The trembling child and bore her off 
Unto some sheltered nook, and there 
Delivered up a prayer so sof : 
"Father, save her, hear my prayer." 
Next morn the two were found in bed — 
The child asleep, the woman dead. 






Colors : — Lavender and White. Flower : — Sweet Pea. 

Motto: — "Esto quod esse rideris." 


Mr. Robert Anderson President 

Miss Ethel Jackson Vice-President 

Miss Mattie Dunlap .... Secretary-Treasurer 

Miss Earl Proctor Poet 

Mr. Arthur Farmer Historian 


Miss Mae Holton. 
Miss Marie Bailey. 
Miss Anna Belle Kittrell. 
Miss Snsie Proctor. 
Miss Lillian Proctor. 
Miss Julia Davis. 

Miss Pattie t T zzell. 
Miss Sybil Brown. 
Mr. forward Nuim. 
Mr. John Hackney. 
Miss Cornelia McKeel. 


DEAR PA : — On arriving here I wish I'd never heen born, for yon can't 
know what a Freshie is up against when he lands at college. About 
a dozen boys met me at the station and collared me. Some pulled 
one way and some another. I could not see what I had done that I should be 
mobbed. At this instant the police, as I supposed, came rushing up, yelling, 
"Stand back, boys." Gee ! but I was scared stiff as a preacher's standing 
collar. Well, Pa, I have often heard you talk about "casting the die" and 
"crossing the Rubicon" but I think I know what it means since that society 
mob lighted on me at the station. That night about 12 o'clock a crowd of 
fellows came to my room and wanted to come in. Of course I let 'em in 
'cause I didn't know anything 'bout the blacking gang. They seized me — 
tell you what — I kicked, squirmed, fisted and used all the Sunday school 
words I knew ; said I would shoot 'em ; said I would tell you and ma both, 
but sure thing they blacked me just the same. 

I thought I was getting on fine 'cause I didn't git blacked but once, and 
they only pestered me by saying, "There goes little greenie," till the Fresh 
Class was organized, and I was told to write the class history. Of all the 
stumps I ever butted this is the hardest one. Pa, I ain't going to do it. 

Boo-boo-bo, I am going home. 




I can't write verse — I never ccrald, 
And always said I never would ; 
But now the Freshman Class — oh shook, 
I can't write for this Animal Book! — 
Has said that T some verse must write. 
Ami that it must be done to-night. 

I don't know what to write, or how ; 

I won't, if it does raise a row. 

I'll write' instead and tell my Ma — 

And Ma, I know, will tell my Pa — 

Just how they're treating me up here; 

He'll make them stop, for I'm his dear. 






Pattie Uzzell President 

Lena Wilkinson Vice-President 

David Winbley Secretary and Treasurer 

Leo Poetee Poet 

Xeva Haeeison Historian 

Bertiia Whitley Prophet 


Applewhite, Lillie. Mattox, Luther. 

Aycock, Frank. Porter, Leo. 

Barnes, Johnnie. Scarborough, Vivian. 

Bell, Ethel. Simms, Phillip. 

Brooks, R. A. Skiles, Ed. 

Farmer, Frank. Spencer, Lillian. 

Gilbert, Willie. Thigpen, Herbert. 

Gray, Edgar H. LTzzell, Pattie. 

Harrison, Xeva. Whiiley, Bertha. 

Harris, Edgar. Wilkinson, Lena. 

Hodges. Garland. Windier, David. 

Mann, Triphena. Winstead, Lamar. 

Mattox, Tom. Woolard, James. 





Jesse C. Caldwell, President. 

Albebt E. Mttilbekgek, Director. 

Miss Meta Uzzle, Assistant. 

Miss Eesie Walker, Assistant. 



Bailey, Marie. 
Barnes, Johnnie. 
Bell, Ethel. 
Bishop, Connie. 
Bowen, Iv. B. 
Boykin, Hattie. 
Bridges, Sallie. 
Davis, Mildred. 
Dtmlap, Mattie. 
Flowers, Neva. 
Freeman, Addie. 
Gardner, Elsie. 
Gardner, Ethel. 
Gardner, Mena. 
Garner, Callie. 
Gilbert, Willie. 
Gold, Elizabeth. 
Gurganus, Joe. 
Gurganus, Mrs. Joe. 
Hackney, Bessie. 
Hackney, Sudie. 
Heath, Dessie. 
Hodges, Garland. 
Holton, May. 
Howard, Georgia. 
Howell, Lncile. 
•Jackson, Ethel. 

Jinnette, Verdie. 
Kittrell, Anna Belle. 
Lang, Reide. 
Langley, Elsie. 
Lynch, Lnla. 
McKeel, Cornelia. 
Moore, Ada. 
ISTeely, Mattie. 
Outlaw, Mrs. C. F. 
Proctor, Susie. 
Proctor, Earle. 
Proctor, Lillian. 
Riley, Bertha. 
Settle, Harriett. 
Settle, Horace. 
Spencer, Lillian. 
Stanton, Mrs. George. 
Taylor, Rosa. 
Thomas, Ruth. 
Uzzell, Pattie. 
Walker, Ersie. 
Wallace, Kathleen. 
Whitson, Mrs. W. S. 
Williams, Reta. 
"Wilkinson, Lena. 
Winstead, Daisy. 
Woodard, Susie Gra c y. 
Young, Ruby. 



IT is the aim of the School of Music to give a broad and thorough musical 
education, founded on the best methods and latest ideas in use in the 

best conservatories in this country. 

In estimating the possibilities and resources of our college the depart- 
ment of music holds an important position. Music is, in fact, the most 
popular and the most generally practiced of all the fine arts. It is everywhere 
recognized as an important educational force and direct means of culture, 
ennobling human emotions and unfolding the spiritual side of humanity. 

It is the aim of the trustees and faculty to promote increased activity and 
interest in this department. 

From the elementary grades to the most advanced work the instruction 
given is adapted to the individual needs of the student by the best works in 
the realm of musical literature. 

Certificates are given pupils who pass the junior examination, and 
diplomas are given those who complete the seventh grade in piano music and 
a two years' course in Harmony and History of Music, with the required 
literary work. 

Albert E. Muilberger, B.M., formerly of St. Louis, Missouri, is director 
of this department. He is an instructor of exceptional ability and large 
experience in conservatory work, and by right of training and professional 
standing is well fitted for the position. Professor Muilberger is an exponent 
of the Mason System of "Touch and Technic," as also of the Leehitetsky 
Method of piano playing, and an organist of great skill. 

He is ably assisted by Miss Meta Uzzle and Miss Ersie Walker, both 
musicians of experience and capable teachers. The latter is a graduate from 
this school. 






THE Art Department of Atlantic Christian College is making rapid 
progress under the able management of Misses Day and Keel. This 
has been its most successful vear, the class beine,' one of the largest 
in the annals of the college. The china painting of Misses Day and Keel, 
the oil painting and charcoal sketching from nature took eleven of the prem- 
iums offered at our State Fair. In fact, there is no better work done any- 
where in the State, either in china, oils, water-colors or sketching. Our course 
affords splendid training in each of these branches. The graduating class 
has some excellent work in oils, doue from nature ; and the juniors promise, 
in another year, to excel even this splendid work. 


Bailey, [Marie. 
Eagles, Mrs. J. C. 
Flowers, Lei a. 
Grayson, Beatrice. 
Hackney, Martha. 
Hackney, Bessie. 
Harper, Myrtie. 



Hewitt, Lillie. 
Holton, May. 
Lockliear, Grace. 
Morgan, Mrs. Irwin. 
Xoble, Verdie. 
Proctor, Lillian. 
Wallace, Kathleen. 

Willis, Lila May. 



WHAT is the most important part of the Art Department ? Chickens. 
The thing receiving the most attention from the art teacher, and 
in fact the only thing that can arouse enthnsiasm, move to tears 
or recall from that ideal aesthetic world in which the true artist dwells is a 

We had been living for months aiid months in our beautiful dreamland, 
far, far remote from the realities and common occurrences of the practical 
world, when suddenly a wee object chipped the shell of an — egg — I guess, 
though I don't really know. After much arguing and disputing we called 
the darling little thing a chicken. One by one other little chickens appeared, 
and for some time it seemed impossible to leave the practical world and the 
darling little things. 

But by struggles and repeated struggles we at last soared to aesthetic 
realms, and the art seniors, to their great delight, were able to claim the atten- 
tion of their teacher once more. They really began to feel that their rival, the 
"darling little chickens," had passed out of existence. But oh dear ! how 
mistaken, for it was soon discovered that a species of minute, wingless birds 
were inhabiting the bodies of the little darlings just as if they had been 
planets like the earth. This discovery demoralized the entire Art Depart- 
ment, and for weeks and weeks we worked, with magnifying glass in hand, 
endeavoring to exterminate the mysterious, wingless species, which we have 
never been able to name. 


Gradually we reached the ideal plane again, and for my part I was very 
anxious to spend my remaining days here, hut fate had not so decreed. 
Commencement was near, and everything was enthusiastic and inspiring 
as we wielded our brushes, but instantly a cloud darkened the horizon, and 
lo ! the masterpiece was left unfinished, for a flood threatened to destroy our 

During this descent the Annual staff, with hair 

ds and tears flowing 

in torrents, besieged us. Thus moved by sympathy we spent a week car- 
tooning, silhouetting and illustrating for them. Oh ! how harrassing was 
the worry, hurry, bustle and confusion of that one week amidst the jiractical, 
with the Annual haunting us daily, nightly and hourly. ISTow, wishing it 
success and pronouncing a curse on chickens, the only things powerful enough 
to recall us from that supreme sphere, we mount again to aesthetic realms, 
bidding farewell, forever and forever, to the materialistic world. 

V. K '10. 









I'm alone once more on the deep bine sea, with the surging billows around, 
I'm alone to sail my good ship free, far out from the horizon of brown. 
I'm alone, ah, yes! and 'my heart beats true as I turn my face to the main, 
And steer my ship to'ards the horizon of blue, to never come back again. 

A beam from the moon plays over my sail, as the wind bears me farther 

from shore, 
And the waves murmur sweetly an innocent tale, as the heavens swing open 

their door. 
A perfume of gladness sweeps over my sense, and the joy seems almost like 

I'm leaving the world with heart-aches so dense, to never come back again. 

C. M. M. '09. 


IT IS seldom allowed the devil to speak, especially through the pages of a 
college annual, for the burden rests so heavily upon the shoulders of those 
"higher up," and the editor-in-chief loses his temper so often that there is 
usually enough to keep the devij busy without allowing him to write. How- 
ever, the devil has beaten the whole staff this time, and while the rest were 
asleep ran in a carefully prepared essay entitled : 

The Devil on the Editor-in-Chief. 

The editor-in-chief is the most important personage on the staff of a 
college annual — or at least he thinks that he is, and he really gets it in his 
head at times that he is the whole thing — devil and all. He reasons thus : 
"I am the editor-in-chief, and since the editor is in the chief I am the chief, 
for since the editor is in the chief the chief thing about the editor-in-chief 
must be the chief. ISTow the greatest of anything is the chief, and since the 
editor-in-chief is the chief, and I am editor-in-chief, therefore I am the chief." 

The editor-in-chief usually tries to take his spite out on the devil no 
matter what happens to him. If his best girl smiles at another man the devil 
always finds it out. If he fails on his examinations the. devil is of course to 
blame. If the devil happens in the office some time and finds the editor-in- 
chief sitting with his hands shoved down into his pockets, his feet stretched 
about halfway across the room, his collar unbuttoned, his hair standing on 
end, one eye closed, his mouth about six inches nearer one ear than the other 
one, and hears a noise like the rolling of thunder, he at once begins to tremble 
for he knows that something has gone wrong — either that important "business 
letter," which usually comes each morning delicately perfumed and encased 
in a blue envelope, has failed to come, or some one has been having a "social 
period" with the charming literary editor. On occasions like this there are 
usually two devils on the Annual staff, and the devil that is really the devil 
is the smallest devil of the two, for the editor-in-chief forgets his dignity and 
not only acts like the editor-in-chief but tries to do everything himself, acting- 
like the devil as well as all of the other members of the staff. 


The editor-in-chief always has a great deal of business with the lady 
members of the staff, especially certain ones. But strange to say he never 
has bnsiness with more than one at a time. The male members of the staff 
have very little to do except to stay away from the Board Meetings, and to 
rack their brains in a vain effort to imagine why the editor-in-chief has so 
nmch business with the lady members of the staff. 

The editor-in-chief usually does about as he pleases. l\o rules apply 
to him. He skips classes, talks to the girls whenever he wants to without 
asking permission, and marches into the art room at will. There is only 
one person about the college who has more liberty than the editor-in-chief 
of an annual, that is the cook. The editor-in-chief is not allowed to visit the 
kitchen while the cook is allowed to spend almost all of his time in this for- 
bidden sanctuary. 

Whenever the devil wants to know anything he goes to the editor-in-chief, 
and whenever the editor-in-chief wants any work done he usually goes to the 
devil. The greatest ambition of a college student is to be editor-in-chief of 
the college Annual, but few want to be the devil. However, it is better to 
be the devil on an annual staff than to go through college "without some dis- 
tinction. "The Devil." 



One, I love Miss Liza Brown — 
Bill Johnson loves her sister ; 
Two, I went to call on her — 
An' 'fore I left I kissed her ; 
Three, I axted her to he mine, 
She said, "Uh course, why yes, sir" ; 
Four, de parson he come round — 
Bill Johnson took her sister; 
Five, she stole my pockethook, 
And left hecanse I ketched her; 
Six, he george, I'm free once more — 
I mean to stav so, Mister. 

C. M. M. '0'.). 



IT is an old, old story I am about to relate — a story of the early morning 
of time when the universe was young and when things were not as they 

are. It is the story of a lass, a lad and a lily — a story of sorrow, of sac- 
rifice and of final success, not, however, in the modern way, hut in the way 
which God saw best for His trusting children. 

It came to me in the morning while the dew was still on the meadow, 
and the rcses and lilies awaking from their night of slumbers breathed forth 
their sweetest perfume upon the gentle zephyrs. It was told me by Rabbi 
Ben Israel as we stood beside the swift-flowing Jordan, his long white beard 
waving gently as he leaned on his staff of cedar and told me the beautiful 
legend which his fathers had told by the fireside from the beginning of time 
to the present. 

Back beyond the days of our knowledge, before sin had entered the heart 
of God's creatures and when all was not filled with deceit and deception, but 
when love was true love and devotion, and the lips spoke only the heart's 
bidding, there lived in the land of the Sunbeams a lass and a lad, her lover. 
From childhood their lives had been wedded and their hearts beat in unison 
together. One thought not but of the other, and all day they would sit in 
the sunbeams and sing songs of their joy and admiration. All the world to 
the noble Ben Hadad was the heart of the beautiful Rebecca, and the life 
of the fairest Rebecca was the love of the handsome Ben Hadad. 

But one day — 'twas in ambrosial summer — came a messenger from 
King Beltisshazure, calling the noble Ben Hadad to the court of the king of 
his people. Twenty years had the lovers been lovers, and no clay had they 
spent from each other, and 'twas hard for them now to be parted, but he 
vowed as he kissed her leaving, "I'll return 'fore the lilies cease blooming." 

O'er the desert he sped like the morning till he came to the palace of 
Beltisshazure and bowed to his king for service. 

"I have come, noble king, for your service, and I bow for your orders, 
my sire." 


"Many times have I heard of your knighthood, many times of your love 
and devotion, and from all my vast realm have I chosen you to do me a 
service most daring." 

"At your service, my king and protector." 

"In my palace lies, sick, fairest Mary, the most charming princess of all 
my vast realm, and no balm in the land of the Sunbeams can give back her 
strength and her beauty. Only in the land of the Moonbeams can a balm be 
found that will heal her. Then it can be gotten only by daring, for the princes 
and the knights guard it closely. Will yon go and bring the balm for her 
healing or give up your own life in the trying I May you choose for to serve 
those who need yon." 

For a moment the lips of Ben Hadad were silent as he thought of Rebecca, 
and of how, shoidd he die in the venture, she would grieve o'er the loss of 
her lover. Then the idea of duty flashed o'er him — of his duty to those who 
were o'er him and who now needed help iu their suffering. 

"I will go," said Ben Hadad with firmness as he rose from the ground 
and walked forward. "I will go and I'll bring back the lotion that will heal 
her, the queen of my people, or I'll give as an offering my body." 

From the land of the Sunbeams sped Ben Hadad — to the land of the 
Moonbeams went quickly, and the king sent a prayer to the Father for his 
safety and return for his service. Many months passed away in the searching. 
Summer passed and winter came upon him, still he sought for the preckuis 
ingredient which could bring back to strength the queen of his people. 

In the meantime the beautiful Rebecca watched the lilies as they bloomed 
and faded. Watched the summer as it passed into winter, and longed for 
the one who had left her. "I'll return 'fore the lilies cease blooming," she'd 
repeat as she looked for his coming, but the lilies all went and he came not. 
Then the winter gave way to the summer and the lilies came again in their 
beauty, still Hadad came not to Rebecca. All day now she walked 'mong the 
lilies, and she thought of their coming and going till her form grew as 
slender as theirs were, and her cheeks as white and inviting. To the world 
she lost not her beauty, though she changed day by clay in her being. Always 
pleasant and beautiful to those who would meet her, till again came the 
winter and the passing of the lilies, then she faded and 'twas thought she 
would perish, but through winter her form grew more slender and more 
near the slight form she most thought on, till ao-ain in the summer came 


the lilies, then one clay as she walked among the lilies Rebecca was changed 
to a lily, and she stood erect among all the others with her face still turned 
towards the coming of her lover. 

Many battles were fought by Ben Hadad 'fore the balm which he sought 
could be gotten, biit at last after years of endurance he returned bearing 
up in his strong hands the balm for the healing of his princess. There was 
joy and glad singing that evening as he came to the palace, but he stopped 
not to receive praise or presents, for his heart was with Rebecca the fairest. 
Quick he came to the place he had left her, but he found not the one whom 
he sought for. Broken-hearted he wandered and sought her in the homes 
of his friends and his kinfolks, but nowhere he found fairest Rebecca. Sum- 
mer passed and the lilies passed with it, but one lily stood longer than others 
and it seemed strangely fair as he watched it, and he thought how much like 
my. Rebecca, still he found not the object of his devotion. Filled with gloom 
he turned to the needy, and his whole life he gave to their suffering, and 
his life grew more sweet as he labored. Again summer came with the lilies. 
In the summer his life was more fragrant, and he ceased to be like those 
around him, till at last in the midst of the summer he too passed from the 
realm of the human, and 'tis said that he changed to a perfume and was 
wedded at last to the lily that had once been his own fair Rebecca. So at 
last they were wedded in summer, she a lily and he a sweet perfume. So 
to-day on the banks of the Jordan you may see them at play with their chil- 
dren as they make the waste places more charming and perfume the dull air 
with their fragrance. Thus true love forever moves onward, and the hearts 
which are severed in this life meet again in the life beyond our borders. 

Mr. Charlie. 




Oh for a nap in nly big armchair. 
With books and papers all around 

And lamp turned up at fullest glare, 

With feet propped up and head hung down. 

'Tis sweet to sleep in a feather bed 
When all is well — the usual way, 

But the sweetest nap a man e'er had 
Is a big armchair at the close of day. 

'Tis when we think we will not sleep, 

But close our eyes only to think, 
And Morpheus comes and gives us deep 

A draught from out his cup to drink. 

And we drop our book upon the floor, 
Forget the world and life — all this — 

Until we pass through Dream's broad door 
Into his realm of fairest bliss. 

C. M. M. '09. 





C. M. Morton President 

C. B. Mashbtjebt Vice-President 

Vebdie Xoble Secretary 

C. F. Outlaw Treasurer 

Hates Fabish Chaplain 

Beetha Biley , Pianist 

Bosa Tatloe Assistant Pianist 

James Eldeidge Critic 

Lula Lynch Librarian 


Lawrence Dtjnlap Editor-in-Chief 

Mattie Phillips Assistant Editor 

Kathleex Wallace College Editor 

Julia Davis Xews Editor 

Susie Phillips Wit Editor 

Mattie Duxlap Literary Editor 

Luthee Mattox Business Manager 


Beil, Will. 
Bulwinkle, John E. 
Crumpler, G. Hinton. 
Davis, Julia. 
Dunlap, Mattie. 
Diuilap, Lawrence. 
Eldridge, James. 
Farisk, Hayes. 
Farmer, Frank. 
Farmer, A. H. 
Farmer, Julia. 
Fleming, Allie. 
Gardner, Elsie. 
Garner, C allie. 
Gilbert, Willie. 
Gray, E. H. 

Hewitt, Lillie. 
Jinnette, Verdie. 
Lane, J. J. 
Lane, Bosser. 
Lang, Beide. 
Lee, Edgar. 
Lvnch, Lula. 
Mashbum, C. B. 
Mattox, Luther. 
Mattox, Tom. 
MeKeel, Cornelia. 
Mizzell, Bettie. 
Morton, C. M. 
jAoble, Verdie. 
Xunn, Xorwood. 
Outlaw. C. F. 

Barker, Clifton. 
Phillips, Mattie. 
Phillips. Susie. 
Proctor, Susie. 
Proctor, Earle. 
Proctor, Lillian. 
Biley, Bertha. 
Bumn, Harvey. 
Scarborough. Vivian. 
Sease. C. I. 
Smith, Claris A. 
Smith. Mary Lee. 
Taylor, Bosa. 
Wallace. Kathleen. 
Willis, Lila May. 
Wortham, Annie E. 

Alethian Representatives Annual Oratorical Contest, February 22, 1910 


Alethian Representatives Annual Inter-Society Debate, May 25, 1910 




Ob, God, to-day, 

Ere on life's sea I would embark, 

To Tbee I pray — 

Not for tbe stones from out my path 

Tby mighty hand to take away — 

Not for less cold or wind or dark — 

Only for strength with what I hath, 

To battle faithfully to-day, 

For strength to overcome. 

The way is rough; 

'Tis better thus than smooth and straight. 
It is enough 

To know that Thou art ever near ; 
And though the storms and billows rage, 
And darkness bear upon us great, 
Into Thy face, without a fear, 
We look, and know we can engage 
Thv strength to overcome. 

C. M. M., '09. 




Colors : — Red and White. Flower : — Carnation. 

Motto: — "Facta non verba." 

Yell : 

Holly-go, rolly-go, rolly-go-kee ! 
Hoop-la, Hip-la, who are we ? 
Rolly-go, folly-go, rolly-go-hee ! 
Hesperians, Hesperians of A. C. G. 

J. J. Walker President 

Addie Freemax Vice-President 

K. B. Bowex .Secretary and Treasurer 

Harriet Settle Pianist 

Mattie ]STeely Assistant Pianist 

Horace Settle Chaplain 


Anderson, Robert. 
Aycock, F. M. 
Bailey, Marie. 
Barnes, Johnnie. 
Barrett, Annie. 
Bell, Ethel. 
Boewrs, Eunice. 
Bowen, Iv. B. 
Bridges, Sallie. 
Brooks, R. A. 
Davis, Lossie. 
Dunaway, J. W. 
Farmer, Lucy. 
Flowers, Lela. 
Flowers, Neva. 
Freeman, Addie. 
Griffin, Annie. 
Glenn, H. L. 
Hackney, Bessie. 

Hackney, John. 
Hackney, Sudie. 
Harris, E. T. 
Harrison, Xeva. 
Heath, Dessie. 
Hodges, Garland. 
Flolton, Mae. 
Howard, Georgia. 
Howell, Lucile. 
Jackson, Ethel. 
Jeffres, E. M. 
Kittrell, Anna Belle. 
Langiey, Elsie. 
Lockliear, Grace. 
Moore, Ada. 
JSTeely, Mattie. 
Oden, Benj. F. 
Overton, Curtis. 
Porter, Leo. 

Puii'h, Lawson. 
Qmnerly, M. R, 
Rice, J. S. 
Settle, PL H. 
Settle, Harriet. 
Simmons, Lois. 
Skiles, E. M. 
Spencer, Lillian. 
Swain, Elizabeth. 
Walker. J. J. 
Whitehurst, Lilly Belle. 
Windley, David. 
Wilkinson, Lena. 
Winfield, Mattie. 
Winfield, Alexander. 
Winstead, Lamar. 
Woodard, Susie Gray. 
Woolard, J. A. 

Hesperian Representatives Annual Oratorical Contest, February 22, 1910 

3. S. RICE. B. F. ODEN. 

Hesperian Representatives Annual Inter-Society Debate, May 25, 1910 






Lawrence Dunlap President 

Lawson Pugii Vice-President 

James Eldkidge f Secretary 

Hayes Faimsii Treasurer 

C. M. Morton Critic 

H. H. Settle Critic 


Aycock, Frank. Morton, C. Manly. 

Bowen, Kenneth B. (Men, Ben P. 

Du'nlap, Lawrence. Outlaw, C. F. 

Eldridge, James. Overton, Curtis. 

Farmer, Frank. Porter, Leo. 

Farmer, A. H. Pugh, Lawson. 

Farish, Hayes. Quinerly, Millard E. 

Glenn, II. L. Rice, Joe S. 

Gray, Edgar II. Settle, Horace II. 

Gurganus, Joe. Sidles, Ed M. 

Harris, Edgar F. Thigpen, Herbert M. 

Hodges, Garland. Walker, J. J. 

Mashburn, C. B. Windley, David. 

Mattox, W. T. Winfield, Alexander ( !. 

Mattox, Luther A. Woolard, J. A. 





C. Manly Morton President 

Horace H. Settle Vice-President 

C. F. Outlaw Corresponding Secretary 

Hayes Farisii '- Secretary 

J. J. Walker Treasurer 

J. S. Pick Chaplain 


C. Manly Morton. Jesse P. Moore. 

C. Bowen Mashburn. C. F. Outlaw. 

Hayes Farish. Gr. Hinton Grumpier. 

J. J. Walker. Benjamin F. Oden. 

Horace H. Settle. J. S. Rice. 

Dr. J. C. Caldwell, Honorary Member. 




"Left \>*X get> tyere ju^t t^esa,»]&. 



Lawrence Dcnlat President 

K. B. Bot\'es Vice-President 

J. W: Duxaway Secretary and Treasurer 

J. J. Laxf, Manager and Coach 




J. E. Btjlwinkxe Catcher 

J. J. Lane Pitcher 

Norwood Eunn Pitcher 

Wile Beil Pitcher 

Lamar Winstea d First Base 

Allie Fleming Second Base 

Albert Bulwixkle . Third Base 

Bobert Anderson Short Stop 

PiOsser Lane Left Field 

Lawrence Ditnlap Center Field 

Tom Davis Right Field 


Tom Mattox. Luther Mattox. 

John Hackney. 



Bessie Hackney President 

Leea Flowees Vice-President 

Ghace Lockxieae .... Secretary and Treasurer 


Marie Bailey. 
Annie Barrett. 
Julia Davis. 
Mattie Dunlap. 
Neva Flowers. 
Verdie Jiunette. 

Anna Belle Kittrell. 
Elsie Lantdev. 
Grace Loekliear. 
Lula Lynch. 
Lela Flowers. 
Bess Hackney. 

Neva Harrison. 
May Holton. 
Lucile Howell. 
Lillian Proctor. 
Susie Proctor. 
Earle Proctor. 
Harriet Settle. 
Mary Smith. 
Kathleen Wallace. 
Lena Wilkinson. 

Susie Gray Woodard. 






Motto : — "Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow you may die." 

Time of Meeting : — After twelve-thirty at night. 

Place of Meeting : — In the attic. 

Song : 

"If I had a thousand lives to live, "' 

I'd live each one in college ; 
If I had a thousand minds to own, 

I'd fill each one with knowledge. 
Then a thousand times each night I'd steal 

Up here with chafing-dish and kettle, 
For it is no use, while well and strong, 

To live in a hospital." 


Mattie Phillips Past Grand Cook 

Eesie Walker Grand Guardian of Provisions 

Kathleen Wallac e Chief Chicken Thief 

Lela Flowers Chief Egg Swiper 


Ersie Walker. 
Harriet Settle. 
Lela Flowers. 

Bess Hackney. 

Kathleen Wallace. . 
Mary Smith. 

Mattie Phillips. 
Reide Lang. 
Neva Flowers. 

Tell : 
Chicken, chicken, ham and eggs, 
Beef and mutton, and turkey legs, 
Cream and cake, and custard pie, 
Whoop-la, whoop-la, he-ho-hie ! 


Motto : 
"O Deutchland von all deinen kindren 
Liebt keines dich so sehr 
Als wir, die fern von dir sind, 
Die Deutchen uberm meer!" 

Rlume : — Die Tulpe. Fabben : — Rot, Schwarz, unci Weiss. 

Feaulein Bertha Riley Prasident 

Here John Hackney Vice-Prasident 

Feaulein Veedie IsToble Sekietar 

Feaulein Mattie Phillips .... Schatzmeister 

Herr Horace Settle. Fraidein Rosa Taylor. 
Fraulein Callie Garner. Franlein Ersie Walker. 

Fraulein Lossie Davis. Fraulein Julia Farmer. 

Fraulein Mattie Winfield. Herr C. Manly Morton. 





Chief Old Maid Lossie Davis 

Assistant Chief Grace Lockliear 


Miss Peissy Lossie Davis 

Miss Sissy Bertha Riley 

Miss Bossy Ersie Walker 

Miss Pbecisy Grace Lockliear 

Miss Fliety Genrgie Howai'd 

Motto: — "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again." 
Flower : — Bachelor Button. 

Time of Meeting : — "When the Harvest Moon is Shining." 
Meeting Place: — Courtin' Alley. 

Miss Petssy — 

I'll worry and vex 
Until I get "Rex." 

Miss Sissy — 

My dinner in peace, 
If I hut had "Sease." 

Miss Bossy — 

A fireside — a kettle; 
A home — and Settle. 

Miss Peectsy — 

Any man is nice, 
But I want Rice. 

Miss Flirty — 

I tell you a fac' 

I've got to have "Zac." 

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Motto : 

"Do what you must to-day ; defer everything you can until to-morrow." 


Makie Bailey Chief Loafer 

]STeva Flowers Vice-Chief Loafer 

May Holton" Scribbler 

Maby Smith Money-Getter 


Marie Bailey. Neva Flowers. 
May Holton. Lela Flowers. 

Anna Belle Kittrell. Kathleen Wallace. 

Mattie Dunlap. Mary Smith. 



Mattie Xeely President 

H. H. Settle Vice-President 

Hayes Faetsii Secretary and Treasurer 


John Bnlwinkle, 0. I. Sease, 

South Carolina. Soutu Carolina. 

Elizabeth Caldwell, 

Owenton. Ky. JJ. JJ. Settle, 

Lawrence Dimlap, Owenton, Ky. 


Mattie Biiilap, Harriet Settle, 

Oklahoma. Owenton. Ky. 

Haves Fairish, 

Washington. D. C. J. J. Walker, 

r\ tit Plautersville, Ala. 

Grace Lockhear, 

South Carolina. 

Mattie rTeely, Ersie Walker, 

riantersville, Ala. Plantevsville, Ala. 

D. D. CLUn. 

D. D.'S. 

Motto : — "Follow Our Chief." 

Ambition : — "To get all coming our way." 

Favorite Drink : — "Nectar of the Gods." 


Bess Hackney Chief D. D. 

Lela Flowers Asst. D. D. 

Mary Smith 1st Imp. 

Kathleen Wallace 2d Imp. 

Neva Flowers 3d Imp. 



The College fool — Leo Porter. 
Always "balled up" — J. J. Walker. 
"Oh, if I could love as others love." — Morton. 
A perfect "old maid" — James Eldridge. 
The smartest, brightest girl in the world — Julia Farmer. 
The famous art critic — Mary Smith. 

"I'm yearning for someone to love me — anyone." — JIayes Farish. 
The porcupine — Garland Hodges. 
The greenest of the "greenies" — Edgar Gray. 
The conceited "greenie" — Edgar Harris. 
The millionaire and the intellectual giant — Annie Barrett. 
The president of the college — Kenneth Bowen. 
The lady principal — Lawrence Dunlap. 

The greatest mathematician — even greater than Pythagoras or Euclid- 

hi maid in spite of all my efforts." — Verdie 

mt entirely too young 

"Great guns ! I'll lie an 

The most stupid boy — Horace Settle. 

Two love-sick "kids" — Harriet Settle and Tom Uzzell. 

A girl old enough to correspond with young men, 
to converse with them — Mattie Dunlap. 

"Oh, don't stand before me; I want my pretty eyes to show." — Reide 

"When will these three meet again" : Gailand Hodges, soap and water ? 

"Oh, I wish Mr. Farish would not be so sentimental. Because we have 
the sentimental part in the play, he thinks he must keep up his silly love- 
making after we leave the stage." — Lossie Davis. 


FIliST, let a young man and a young lady who, apparently, have a fond- 
ness for each other's society, in some way designate themselves as 
editor-in-chief and assistant, respectively, of the proposed Annual. 
Then they must, by all means, contrive to have no seniors on the editorial 
staff, except those who are blind as moles, lest the keen-sighted senior should 
observe cupid stealthily spying around. The disposal of the seniors may be 
accomplished either by straightforward or fraudulent means, since it is so 
very essential ; "honesty is (no longer) the best policy." 

The seniors out of the way, the editor-in-chief and assistant must have 
a meeting for the purpose of selecting editors. During this meeting they 
may enumerate the classes from "prep." to senior, discussing each individual 
in the different classes — their chief characteristics, merits and demerits. 
Perhaps yon will think this a poor plan for selecting editors, and one taking 
entirely too much time, but, my good friend, it is particularly essential for 
the editor-in-chief to spend all the time possible with the assistant, planning 
and talking everything under the sun except the Annual. 

The necessary editors having been chosen on account of their blindness 
and stupidity, we are ready for business. Now the entire college must be 
thrown into confusion and work almost suspended for a week, while the cuts 
are made. During this week of tumultuous confusion the club organizations 
should be increased at least 100 per cent in order. to give more cuts for the 
Annual and to make the reign of confusion longer. The following week, 
assail the college artists for silhouettes, cartoons, etc., giving them only a 
week to do the work. 

Now comes the literary work. Well, that is a small matter, just call on 
the seniors who are so learned and intimate with the classics as to tell yon 
that Shakespeare is an American, and that Jeffrey Chaucer is a descendant 
of Pocahontas, and also that Whittier is the greatest poet that England has 
ever produced. 

The material all ready, the editor-in-chief and the assistant have a de- 
lightful treat in store, since to arrange it the aid of the other editors is, of 
course, unnecessary. 

By the way, I had almost forgotten to say it is perfect nonsense to begin 
an Annual — as is usually the case — six or eight months before the publica- 
tion is to appear. Two months is all the time necessary — a month and a 
half for the editors to plan and arrange, and two weeks for the publishers to 
get it out. If, in that time, the editor-in-chief and the assistant are unable 
"to line up their ducks" it is a hopeless case and had better be abandoned. 

V. N. '10. 



A maiden fair, with boughten hair 
And teeth sent to her from the store, 

Reclined within her big armchair. 
As she had oft reclined before. 

And looking through the mirror-glass. 

The powder-puff plied free and fas' 
Upon her rosy cheek, ye saint. 

Already she had 'plied the paint. 

And thought. "How fair I'll be to-night ; 

And surely Jack will halt no more 
Between me and that awful fright — 

That ugly, homely. Mary Moore." 


Jack came within an hour's time. — 
She blushed, but it could hardly shine. 

For powder hid the natural look — 
Her manners were just like the book. 

Of course he had to stay a while 

And chat and laugh and talk and 

And tell her how he loved her, too, — 
Ton know that's how men have to do. 

But all the time he was thinking o'er 
The simple grace of Mary Moore. 

Xot quite so near a fashion plate, 
But near the beauty God first sate. 


The years rolled by, more hair was 
More teeth, and paint, and powder 
But for a woman old in years, 
A maiden lady filled with tears. 

While Jack and Mary lived in bliss, 
And Mary often thought on this : 

"How did I win this noble man"? 
'Tis hard for me to uuderstan'." 

But Jack within his heart knew why. 
And did not tell, but let it lie 

'Til little Mary grew to age 
And then he told her — father, sage. 

Moral : 
The beauty made by human han' 
May sway the tongue of flatt'ring 
But the simple beauty Nature gave 
'Lone can the heart of man enslave. 




They say that I must write some verse 
No matter — good or had, or worse, 
Just so I write and write it quick — 
(The deuce, this ink won't flow — it's thick. ' 

There was a girl named Molly, 

So gay and free and jolly ; 
She went to the gym. and tried to swim 

On an acting bar, by golly. 

She weighed around two-thirty ; 

A boy — it was quite dirty — 
Had broke the bar and hid the scar, 

She took a dive — it "hurte." 

A naughty lad stole from his dad 

A plug of Schnapps tobacker 
And ran away — I heard him say — 

That he might chew and whacker. 

He took a chew, then one or two, 
And then — 'tis sad to show it — 

His breakfast disagreed with him ; 
The rest, of course, you know it. 





Love, to the girl of sweet sixteen 
Is the boy that's sweet and cute ; 

No matter his name, that's out of the game ; 
No matter his worth, he'll suit. 

Lore, to the girl of eighteen years 

Is the lad with taffy to let ; 
He must bring her gum. and Halter her some. 

And he is all right, you bet. 

Love, to the girl of twenty-one 

Is the man who has the cash ; 
His face may be rough, if he has the stuff 

He's sure to make a mash. 

Love, to the girl of twenty-four 

Is a man that's a man indeed : 
No "cutie" will go, no flatterer or crow. 

But a man with a mind and creed. 

Love, to the girl of thirty, ah ! 

Not quite so choice to-day ; 
A boy. a man, or — you understand — 

Anyone who comes her way. 

Love, to the maid of forty — oh! 

Dear Lord, anyone will do ; 
Something with pants, or a monkey that'll dance; 

Dear Lord, just send her two. 

A Conceited Man. 

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H. H. Settle Editor-in-Chief 

0. M. Mobton Assistant Editor 

K. B. Eowejt Business Manager 

Hayes Fabisji Assistant Business Manager 

Lossie Davis ) 

Beide Lang > Literary Editors 

Veedie Noble ) 

0. B. Mashbub* I _ Wit Editors 

Mattie JN eely ^ 

Mattie Bhillips Ex Collegio 

J. J. Walkee I College Editors 

Laweence Dunlap \ 

Lawson Bugii Exchange Editor 

J. Gueganus Athletic Editor 


; 'badiant" staff. 


C. Manly Morton Editor-in-Chief 

Miss Verdie Noble .".... Assistant Editor 

Miss Ersie Walker Departmental Editor 

James Joseph Walker Society Editor 

Miss Bertha Riley Senior Editor 

Miss Lossie Davis Junior Editor 

Miss Bessie Hackney Sophomore Editor 

Miss Julia Davis Freshman Editor 

Hates Farisii Business Manager 

Lawrence Dunlap Assistant Business Manager 



Miss Mary A. Day. 

Miss Nell Keel. 

Miss Veedie Noble. 

Miss Lela Flowers. 

Miss Maey Smith. 

Miss Kathleen Wallace. 



VOLUME I. of The Pine Knot is in your hands. You have probably 
looked at its illustrations and read its messages ; you have seen more 
of the real "college life" at Atlantic Christian College than ever be- 
fore ; you have had brought to your mind the pleasant remembrances of your 
own college days ; you have looked eagerly for the face of someone you know; 
you have noted the growth and development of the college ; you have laughed 
at the humor, and admired the articles of a serious nature. Now, as you 
close the book, you have upon your lips either words of criticism or of con- 
sideration — probably both. We know you have found many mistakes, and 
many points which could be strengthened, but we hope at the same time you 
have found many things to admire and to interest you. This being the first 
Annual issued by the students of Atlantic Christian College, the work has, of 
course, been confronted by many difficulties and disadvantages ; but- we have 
done our best, and hope that, you will temper your criticism with mercy, and 
unite with the editors in the future to overcome all the shortcomings of this 

We appreciate every kind word which has been spoken concerning us and 
our work; we appreciate every smile, and every kind feeling; we appreciate 
your support, and your co-operation ; we have done our best ; we have labored 
early and late ; we have borne more, probably, than you know, but we have 
borne it all freely and willingly, and all that we ask in return is your kind 
wishes, and your promise to ever keep The Pine Knot alive, and to strive 
to make each succeeding issue better than the last, until it shall take its stand 
in the very forefront of the college annuals of the world, and then not be 
content until it shall set a quicker pace for all the others to follow. 

With these words, and with our work to speak for itself, and again thank- 
ing you and asking your interest and support for the future, we make our 
final bow, and bid you "good-bye." The Editors. 





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